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Ahoy, mates!
Aie,
I’m back. My apologies for neglecting you. When I’m lost in the writing, I tend
to disappear. But I’m thankful for being bailed out by my muse, Sparrow. I do,
however, have a bone to pick with her about what she dished. (Revenge? Really, Sparrow? Did you have to tell them about
that?)
Cheeky
muse.
Alas,
since her entry in my log, my bloody parrot, one of my deckhands, and even the
damned cook want equal time. Blow me down! Not bloody likely!
Sparrow,
however, did such a fine job you can expect to hear from her again. To dish a
little on her, here’s Sparrow writing the last log, banging away on my
typewriter. Har-har!
This
week, I’m taking you inside the world of writing groups (or critique groups, if
yer so inclined).
Writin’
groups use different methods to critique each other’s work, but their function
remains the same and is well explained in Deepening Fiction: A Practical
Guide for Intermediate and Advanced Writers:
Helpful, supportive, intelligently stringent workshops and writers’ groups allow writers to make quantum leaps in their writing.
and
Workshops, sometimes painful, often criticized, and full of pitfalls, are still the best way we know for writers to improve.
So
before I introduce you to my blasted beautiful writing group in next week’s
log, I must tell you about my first attempts at discovering a working, compatible group of people to trust with my writing, trust being the
operative word here.
I
tell these tales with two goals in mind: 1) as cautionary tales for those
about to embark on a quest for their group, and 2) as encouragement for those
seeking like minds, good hearts, knowledge of the craft, and critical thinking
skills. Writers must sail through some wicked seas to find their mates. But
keep exploring because you won’t find what you need unless you take risks.
Don’t, however, stick around if the group has problems as you’ll see in the
following tales.
I
was first initiated into “work-shopping” fiction while attendin’ the UO in
1991. Aie, I’m tough, maties. Not much can turn me into gull food, but bein’ my
first venture out, this came close. In my advanced fiction course, we shared
our writing and responded in a round-table method. The writer wasn’t allowed to
respond as he or she listened to each student’s response to
the work, and that was before the instructor gave her feedback.
Unfortunately,
our workshop turned into more of a verbal fight club, and I tried to justify
this method in my mind, remembering an art teacher who used to deliver scathing
criticism because he believed it was better that the student found out right
away if they had the guts and backbone to survive in the real art world.
When
my turn arrived, I was happy to hear a number of the female students respond
well to the strong women in my story. The story had its problems, but these
were pointed out as being problems with ordering of information and need for
character development. I felt the suggestions were thoughtful and non
judgmental.
Then
it reached a young man who had been whispering with two other male students.
The young man said he didn’t like the story. When the instructor asked for
specific reasons why, he said, “The men in her story are emotional doormats.”
This drew laughter from his buddies and heated response from some of the women.
I tried to keep my gob shut while the discussion deteriorated and the
instructor called a halt to the mêlée.
The
point here is that in workshop you don’t personalize the work. You talk about
what works and doesn’t work for you and why. If the male characters didn’t work
for this young man, he should have offered feedback perhaps about the male
characters not being well rounded enough or needing something to make them sympathetic.
Readers don’t need to like a character,
but they do need some understanding of why the character acts the way he does.
If the young man had asked, “Is there a reason that the main female character
is attracted to weaker men?” then I would have understood that my male
character came across as weak instead of understanding and patient. Or maybe
those stories weren’t going to ever be acceptable to twenty-something males.
The author has to be the ultimate judge.
After
attending a year at the UO, I needed real world experience. Through a writer
friend, I was referred as a possible member to a working writers group.
Call
me naïve. I didn’t ask enough questions about this group, and this group sank in my hopes like Davy Jones locker!
In
the first few minutes with this five-member writing group, I knew I was sorely
out of place. We met at one of the member’s house, and within minutes I wanted
to make a straight shot for the door. The head of the group sat down and
without introducing me, started facilitating as she were heading a board meeting of a giant company. Everyone took out their pages. I’d brought a short story to read as
instructed. Their method: read to
the group and the group responds. I gave no feedback after two members took
their turn, feeling it best to listen and observe. I was picking up an
uncomfortable energy, one that said the facilitator would have the last word. I
also noticed that everyone’s stories were “nice.” There were also occasional
mentions of god with a big G. When the third person was asked to read, I felt
very tender toward her. Twenty-something, excited, yet tentative, the woman
read her story and when finished, everyone gave their feedback. When I didn’t
say anything, she asked what I thought. I told her how well drawn and
sympathetic the characters were, how the dilemma of the main female character
came across immediately, and said she had a good grasp of storytelling. That
the story was rather “light” seemed to be her style, so I let that go. It was,
naturally, my first response and my first meeting. Then I asked, “When your
main character meets her fiancé in the airport, do you think that he should
talk to her out in the open about safe sex or could this wait until they’re in
a more private—”
“I
think she’s done an excellent job of introducing safe sex into the story,” the
facilitator said.
“I
was just—”
“Let’s
move on.”
And
we did. To my story.
By
this time I knew I wouldn’t return to this group, but being raised to be polite
and not hurt anyone’s feelings, I started reading my story.
I
was on my third page when the facilitator stopped me. “I think we’ve heard enough,”
she said.
Everyone
looked aside or down while the facilitator shuffled her pages and said, “I
think we have time for. …”
I
don’t remember the rest. I remember having no feedback. I remember
feeling—shall I say unwelcome?
I
left thinking, Never again! I’m never joining another group.
A
few months later, I heard about a group that included a few people I knew. One of
the women in the group had blown me away when at the University of Oregon I
heard her read from her own work in an open forum. I thought If this woman
is in this group, I’ll do anything to be part of it.
This
critique method worked better for me. We brought pages or chapters or short stories with us to the meeting, copies for everyone to take home to read for
the next meeting. We could read at home, give thoughtful response and write
on the pages. We were committed, serious writers who wanted to give as good as
we got, and everything went along swimmingly until …
…
one of the members had a breakdown … in our workshop. For hours we stayed as
she told us about her situation and cried. We made sure she was all right
before going our separate ways. We called her later. The next time we met, she
seemed fine until we asked her how she was doing, and she opened a side-table
drawer, mimed throwing something into it, and said, “That’s where I’m keeping
it.”
It?
U-oh.
And
instead of bringing writing to the group, she brought drawings. More therapy.
We tried to address this (this group not having the skills vs. her being with a
therapist), but she didn’t understand our problem.
Instead of asking her to leave, which was problematic in so many ways, we
disbanded, with hopes of reforming later, which never happened.
To
say I was gun shy after that is, well, an understatement. Sharing your work
with others is a holy thing for writers. Time together is not for sharing your online
dating craziness (I heard this from another group) or needing a social group of
any kind. It’s commitment to the work. It takes energy void of ego. The work
has often been compared to birthing babies, and once you’ve been there, you
know why. What would you do if someone came up to your child and said, “Man,
that kid is ugly!”
I’ve
heard almost every gruesome story there is about critique groups. While
co-founder and co-coordinator of Mid-Valley Willamette Writers Speakers Series,
members told me about their experiences. I could only nod and say, “Oh, yes, I
understand. Completely.” One person couldn’t write for over a year after the
leader did such a number on her work.
I’m
not telling you all this to scare you off. And readers, next time you’re reading
a novel, look at the acknowledgment page, see who helped that author, and give
thanks that they had the right people who helped them get published.
As
the authors in Deepening Fiction say,
“No writer gets better without criticism.” Few can write a blockbuster without working with others to earn their chops. It's a myth that we work in
isolation, bleed profusely all over our pretty white pages, possibly drink in excess, and then publish. Even Hemingway had a damned
good editor and possibly would never have published without Maxwell Perkins.
That’s not news.
What’s
news worthy for many is that good writers get that way because they're given good feedback, either in critique groups or via hiring an independent editor.
Next
week, I’ll take you inside my critique group and show you how we work. I’ll
show you actual pages from my manuscript and what the members do that’s
helpful, tell you our process, give you a few laughs, and let you sit in on one
of our sessions so you can be part of it, at least as an observer. I'll tell you about other ways I share my work and why.
And if you're looking for a group, here's a tip:
choose one where the members are better than you are, more educated,
have been writing for some time. That’s the only way you’ll improve. If you
want to be head honcho, that’s another story.
What
about you? Do you have stories about your critique group woes or just have some
funny tale to tell? Do you have suggestions to others about what works and what
doesn’t in a workshop? Share it here or send to my email above. We can all
learn from each other.
And
readers? Have you always wondered about the writing process? Have a burning
question to ask about any of this? Write to me. Let me know what it’s like to
be a reader wondering how something escaped an editor’s eye. Have you found
something in any of your recent reading that could have used a good critique
group? Would love to hear from you.
Until
next time, thank you, mates, crewmembers, fans. Writers would be nothing
without fellow writers and writers would be nothing without readers.
Huzzah!
Captain
Val
Coming Up!
Inside a Writer's Critique
Group-Part II
Interview with book reviewer
Diane Prokop
My Research Trip to Paris:
How to Let Go and Follow your Instincts
Confirmed Gossip and News
from the Writing World
